Shoot-Out at Clearwater -- The Old West
The "three" of Jonah Hex's countdown is never reached and a hail of gunfire explodes at them - and at everyone else. It's as if everyone here has fallen into the need to spill blood.
None of them are in groups. They all fire from where they stand at least 15 men. Horses fall, two of them in front of the party.
Tyler, the Hourman of the far future, moves first with inhuman strength and speed, hoping to throw off their aim as he sails through the air to tackle them.
Ke-Woh-No-Tay, the legendary Scalphunter, is hardly slower, diving from his horse for cover, his six-shooter blazing into his assailants.
None of them are in groups. They all fire from where they stand at least 15 men. Horses fall, two of them in front of the party.
Tyler, the Hourman of the far future, moves first with inhuman strength and speed, hoping to throw off their aim as he sails through the air to tackle them.
Ke-Woh-No-Tay, the legendary Scalphunter, is hardly slower, diving from his horse for cover, his six-shooter blazing into his assailants.